[Kim felt the presence of another person in the cart before he caught sight of someone across the way. With a bit of distance between them, he can make out a few more features than he would at conversational arm's length, primarily that something is wrong with the man's right eye. Kim briefly wonders if they're in a similar predicament, until he catches the glow of the whip around the man's ankle-- something they hadn't bothered doing to him.]
No.
[Even a short reply like that manages to sound clipped. If he was fighting, they'd know. Kim wasn't the strongest person among the captives by a long shot, but he knew how to take care of himself.
He sighs-- whoever this is, they had nothing to do with him being on the cart. Kim forces himself to melt a few degrees.]
They just seem particularly uninterested in visual impairment.
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No.
[Even a short reply like that manages to sound clipped. If he was fighting, they'd know. Kim wasn't the strongest person among the captives by a long shot, but he knew how to take care of himself.
He sighs-- whoever this is, they had nothing to do with him being on the cart. Kim forces himself to melt a few degrees.]
They just seem particularly uninterested in visual impairment.